Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.